There was this unease which needed to be removed. The Agents were aware of what annoyed me.

‘I really don’t like psychopaths.’

I looked around, my table was just the right size for a different smaller room with just the right number of Agents at the table, including the ‘dead’ Ada and other ‘dead’ entities.

‘Time to fly.’

In a flash of a second we were in an office.

What the psycho CEO saw was a table with some humans sitting at it, some very vague figures too, a glowing ball and a book, laying on the table, which all wasn’t there a second ago.

He was eating, his last supper.

‘Hi.’ I said.

‘WHAT THE HELL.’ He said, while he clumsily shoved his soup away, searching for the emergency button under his desk.

‘That won’t work.’

Although clumsy with the soup, he swiftly opened a drawer, took out a gun. But I had a book that could fly. When it hit the gun, it flew through the office, hitting the floor.

‘Don’t move.’

Ada; ‘You should have said that the moment we were here.’

Ah.

CEO; ‘Who are you?’

I don’t know why, but that question got me into a philosophical mood.

Who am I? That is a profound question!

Ada; Don’t!

So I didn’t got philosophical and just answered his question; ‘We are the Flying Circus.’

Maybe it was the stress, maybe it was just us, or it was his bad health; he started to feel somewhat dizzy.

‘But it’s not about us, or me, but about you, the psycho CEO.’

CEO; ‘What am I?’

Ada; ‘A psychopath.’

CEO; ‘Is thát a ghost?’ He became afraid.

‘You will know soon, very soon.’ I said.

Sooner even than I had anticipated. He tried to getup, out of his chair, but the moment he stood his body strangely keeled over, managing, somehow, to land in the soup. It all made a bigger mess of what it already was.

He popped out of his body.

‘Am I dead?’ He asked.

‘Out of the body, I would say.’

‘I see these strange beings come to me, they aren’t nice.’ he said.

‘I’ll give you some advice, start reflecting about what you have done, when you were human. That will get you out of the hell hole that you are getting into.’

He, the former CEO of a bank, wasn’t noticing me anymore. He became a prisoner of his own dark consciousness. He started to scream, seeing only the truest of darkness around him, with strange terrible beings. He couldn’t notice a small light, that was near him, waiting to help him, when the time would be right, to forgive the unforgiven.